Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.